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"Thank you Nivia," I say, having turned to listen to her, but after she stopped I go right back to Aila.

"This war doesn't need some hot headed girl in the middle of it. I don't care if you don't want to take a break, but I'm not letting you get yourself in the middle of a battle you have no need to be apart of. Anyways, what help would you be when your stone white and can hardly focus on me, you wont be inspiring anyone in a battle if you can hardly stand up. Just face it, you're not needed this time. So let me do this. Ill lead this and get everything back to being under control, but you'll have to remember this. From here on out this isn't Axel the Strength bearer talking to Aila the Passion bearer right now. This is a General talking to a Politician."

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Aila glares at Nivia, apparently wordless with anger. That look quickly shifts to Axel. "Really? General to politician? As if I didn't have to call every damn shot for the Redemption before? As if I'm not every bit a fighter you are? What the hell."

She's losing this battle. She's fighting like a cornered animal.

~End~

I glance up briefly from my writings at the sound of my alias before returning to them. Well, he isn't wrong, I suppose.

"No. . . I can't talk about it." I go back to laying on the ground, feeling drained at this point.

{ Nivia }

"You're in no state to lead; I can already tell you that if you're going to be leading with anger or without a clear head your soldiers will catch on very quickly. And there are going to be times that you're not going to be able to do the things you want, I believe this would be one of those times."

"You called every damn shot because you were the one who stepped up. Lets face it, I wasn't going to be the one that would've convinced everyone here to join. Sure I could've lead us back then, but who would've wanted that when you're such a natural leader," I say, leaning towards her

"Don't act like you aren't agreeing with what I'm saying," I whisper to her, "let me take this weight from you. It's the best I can do for you." My glare breaking into a more somber look for a split second.

"I don't know, it doesn't really matter anymore. What matters," I frown at the floor, dragging my finger across it and repeating the same thing over and over.

{ Ragnarok }

I let out an exaggerated sigh, "Whatever."

{ Avon }

After the little situation with Charitia, I was hoping the rest of the day would go smoothly. That was not the case. It was reported that one of the maids got a similar deal as some of my guards did during Venatura. And that maid, well, apparently before that she had only seen Charitia herself, the pharmacist, and then Charitia's lady-in-waiting to give the actual medication to her. And before all of this there was that feeling I had gotten, the one that made me feel emotionally discomforted. That was also when I had been around the lady-in-waiting.

"Ceyra," I say as I near her, having gone to find her myself, "there's a complication that I need to speak to you about."